Servians, French, Greeks, Scots in kilts, London motor cars, Turks, wounded and bandaged Tommies and millions of them fighting for food, for drink, for a place at the "movies," and more "rumors" than there are words in the directory.
To-morrow, I present my letters and hope to get to the "front." I only hope the front doesn't come to us.

But, it ought to be a place for great stories.

All love to you old man, and bless you both.

How I look forward to our first lunch in your wonderful home! And to sit in front of your fire, and hear all the news.

All love to you both.
RICHARD.
December 6, 1915.
DEAREST ONE: I have been away so could not write.